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will be a state where the sound of farewell, n.)\v familiar as 

 a household word, shall be altoc,^ether unheard of and 

 altogether unknown. May we meet there ! " 



In his dreary lodgings, his thoughts went back to the 

 haunts of his boyhood in Newfoundland, "the beautiful 

 little silver lakes that sleep among the spruce-covered 

 mountains, — I mean a mile or two in from shore. I should 

 like exceedingly," he writes (April 25, 1840) to his brother 

 William at St. John's, "that you should transfer some views 

 to paper for me, if they were but sketches ; the very lovely 

 one from Pack's farm in Carbonear, and the same from 

 Elson's flagstaff down Little Beaver Pond, Black Duck 

 Pond, etc., with the hills of Freshwater in the distance, 

 and the sea peeping out between the peaks. Another 

 from that high round hill on the left hand of the Harbour 

 Grace Road, looking in towards Lady Pond, and over 

 many other ponds. From Mosquito Point there is a noble 

 coast view — Carbonear Island in the foreground, green 

 and woody ; behind, the gradually receding headlands of 

 the north shore, becoming more dimly blue until Boccalao 

 is almost invisible. Give my love to all my Bay friends, if 

 you have the opportunity, and don't forget my request to 

 gather flowers, sprigs of bushes, etc. ; it is very little 

 trouble, when you are walking, to gather what you see, 

 and when you come home, just shut them into a book. I 

 flatter myself you will do it." 



In the summer he was himself applied to to take some 

 views of the neighbourhood of Sherborne, to be lithographed 

 for a history of that town, but was not a little incensed, on 

 the publication of the book, to find the name of a better- 

 known artist appended to them, instead of his own. He 

 complained to the publisher, but obtained neither reply nor 

 redress. He was still staying close to Sherborne, when 

 his only sister, Elizabeth Green, after a brief illness, died 



